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their presence at the dinner-table. But Mrs. O'Don-
nell had already got herself into a dark green be-
spangled  evening  dress  and was  deciding to be
undaunted. I was about to suggest that I should take
Kegworthy straight home, when she drew me aside
and said in an urgent undertone, "They've three-
quarters of an hour in which to recover themselves.
For the love of God make Kegworthy put his head
in cold water, and I'll be getting The Mister up to
his room." Her large and competent presence created
optimism, so I carried out her instructions and then
deposited Kegworthy in the drawing-room. His man-
ner was now muzzily morose, and I couldn't feel any
confidence in him as a social asset, Mrs. O'Donnell
bustled back, and she and I kept up appearances
gallantly until Mrs. O'Halloran and her daughter
were announced. Mrs. O'Halloran was what one
might call a semi-dowager; the first impression she
made on me was one of almost frumpishly constrained
dignity,   and  the impression remained  unaltered
throughout the evening. She moved in an aura of
unhurrying chaperonage and one felt disapproval in
the background of her mind. She began by looking
very hard at my field boots, whereupon Mrs. O'Don-
nell enlivened the situation with a fluent and even
florid account of the day's adventures.

"Miles and miles they went in the wild weather,
and the hounds not able to huntóGod be praised for
that, for my heart was in my mouth when I thought
of The Mister destroying himself over those bogs and
boulders on the Mullagharier Mountains. And then
what must Clancy's car do but break down twice on
the way home and they five miles from anywhere."
Mrs. O'Halloran signified her acceptance of the story
by a stiff inclination of her head, which was sur-